After working for a couple of hours this morning on emails for a client, I needed to get away from my computer screen and go for a run/walk (more walk than run).
Armed with my camera, cell phone (in case of twisted ankle or lurking strangers), and plastic poo bag for the dog, I set out for my mini-adventure. I also effectively stuffed my phone and plastic bag in my sports bra creating an attractive and scratchy uniboob.
Not two houses down, I spotted the tinman hanging in the tree. He looked lonely and photogenic, so I stopped to snap a picture. As I'm trespassing, the dog decides she needs to crap again (she just did before we left the yard.) I debated picking it up, but their dog always leaves monster poo in our yard and acts like it's going to attack us when we walk by, so I figured we were even.
The winding-no-shoulder road allowed for us to practice the "sit" command many times and afforded us views overlooking a cow pasture. Inka was sounding like a freight train at this point, so we scrambled under a fence (not electric, I checked) and climbed down some rocks to allow for swim-age. I'm definitely her favorite person right now.
We have both taken our baths and now it's time for me to grab a late lunch.
Until tomorrow!
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